At this moment, a dwarf walked out, also blocking in front of Damian, he slapped the battle axe in his hand, and shouted at the older dwarf: "Sean, are you Hantie clan going to attack a warrior who won Maklala, I, Helan, am the first to refuse!"

The dwarves clamored and shouted accusations at Elder Sean and the dwarves of the Cold Iron Clan, and the people in the tavern were dumbfounded. The dwarves are a very huddled race, and it is the first time I have seen them fighting among themselves for a human being.

Elder Sean's face turned blue and red, and he tried his best to explain, "I didn't want to make a move on him, I just ...... Maclara, we haven't lost in the cold, I'm asking for another game!"

"What's more?" Helan squinted his eyes and said mockingly, "Do you want a wheel war?"

"This useless thing of Redbeard Love does not represent the entire clan, I now officially challenge this human in the name of the Coldiron Clan, if he can win, I will recognize him as our friend of Coldiron!" Elder Sean said very seriously.

"Friend of the Dwarven Clan" is not such a simple title, it represents the dwarven recognition of a foreign race. The first Duke of Lorraine was considered by the Dwarven Emperor at that time to be "a friend of the dwarves of the Seven Mountains", in the important battle of the founding of Lorraine, the Duke of Lorraine was besieged in the city by the Wicks, and the dwarves received the news, immediately set out from the Seven Mountains, day and night, trekking thousands of miles, and finally arrived at the city of Lorraine, defeated the Wick people at the most critical juncture. It can be said that without this "friendship" of the dwarves, there would be no Duchy of Lorraine today.

Evans knew the weight of this "friend" and said to Damian: "My lord, this challenge must be taken and won. ”

Damian listened to Evans's words and said to Elder Sean, "I accept your challenge, what are the rules this time?"

Sean came to the table, pointed to the "Heavenly Father's Summoning" on it and said, "It's very simple, in the most traditional way of our dwarves, drink and wrestle your wrists, Hades competes!"

Herlan looked at Damien's thighs, which were thinner than his own arms, and said to Sean with great disdain, "You Cold Iron Clan are really depraved to compare your wrists with a human. ”

Elder Sean also felt that it was a bit of a bully, and he shouted loudly: "Drinking and wrist wrenching can be separated, isn't he able to drink, wrist wrenching can be done by other people, but at the same time!"

"Okay, I'll go!" Evans replied when he heard this. Then he turned his head to look at Damian, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Wrestling with a great knight? You're killing yourself!

In the third match, Maclara, turned into a doubles match.

Damian and Evans sat side by side, and the players of the Cold Iron Clan opposite were Elder Sean and another muscular dwarf, he had a bald head and a naked body, he was simply a one-meter-two Dwayne Johnson, Evans's originally sturdy figure looked very ordinary compared to him.

The strength on paper seems to be very disparity, this one, even humans are not optimistic about Damian and Evans, Anna looked at the field worriedly, Loren walked up to her, patted her on the shoulder, and signaled that it was okay.

"Game on!" the dwarf Herlan signaled as the referee, Evans and Dwayne Johnson's wrists tangled together, while Damian and Sean poured "Father Summons" into their mouths cup by glass.

The dwarves cheered for the "Maklala" battle cry next to them, and the humans were infected by them and clapped their hands, and the scene looked like a concert on Earth.

Ten minutes passed, Damian didn't know how many cups of "Heavenly Father's Summoning" he had drunk, even with the blessing of the Black Dragon, he still felt a little unbearable, and Elder Sean on the opposite side could see that he had also drunk too much, and now every cup was very reluctant, but his eyes were still firm.

On the other hand, the situation of "Dwayne Johnson" is not so good, his face is hideous, he can't stop shaking, and he seems to be a little out of strength, while Evans is still as usual, only a little sweat is slightly breaking out on his forehead.

Another five minutes passed, and Damian's eyes were blurred with sweat or tears, and he just instinctively picked up the cup from the table and put it in his mouth. Every glass of wine burns my throat like the flames of hell.

"Am I going to die? I won't die of alcohol poisoning again, will I be able to return to the original world after I die this time?"

In the crowd of onlookers next to her, Anna was already crying, she covered her mouth with her hands, tears kept falling, and several times she wanted to rush to Darmian's side, but was pulled by Loren.

Loren knew that this "Maclara" was not just for Anna, he also understood what the dwarves meant by "friends", and she told Anna: "Trust Damian, believe Evans." ”

Damian's eyes were no longer able to see, his consciousness was gradually blurred, even the bitter wine tasted in his mouth, he wanted to admit defeat, but found that he did not even have the strength to speak.

His stomach was churning, and Damian was completely determined to suppress the nausea. Suddenly, he felt a cheer erupt next to him.

"Did Evans win, or did the opposite side win?" said the wrestler, but now Damian's state had no way of knowing the outcome.

"I can't lose...... Damian summoned the last bit of strength in his body, fumbled around the table to pick up the wine glass, and poured it into his mouth. Someone seemed to stop him and snatch the cup from his hand.

Damian's eyes went completely dark, and he fainted.

.........

The smell of a fishy sweet sea breeze.

Damien's consciousness wakes from his slumber, smells the smell, and finally vomits uncontrollably, and he falls to the ground, feeling the wine he drank that night, the lamb chops he ate yesterday, and even the seafood risotto from last week all gushing out of his stomach.

His whole body was spinning, from his stomach to his throat, burning like a fire, and after finally emptying everything, Damian lay on his side on the ground, with only one thought in his heart: "If I drink again, I will be a dog." ”

Someone had been putting the black dragon in Damian's nose, he gradually woke up, slowly opened his eyes, and saw Loren squatting beside him, holding a small black bottle in his hand, and behind her stood Anna, with tears in the corners of her eyes, smirking at him.

Damian was about to speak, but Loren stopped him, "Don't worry, you've won." ”

Damian breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How is Evans?" ”

"Very well, but the dwarf seems to have broken his hand. ”

Damian couldn't help but smack his tongue, the great knight was too terrifying. He stood up, "I want to go home and get some sleep." ”

Loren smiled, "Hold on, you're a friend of the dwarves now, and everyone is waiting to see you." ”